So, I’ve reached my goal. I’ve blogged for each and every day of the past year. It seems kind of amazing that I finished it up. I’ll be honest—there were plenty of times when I just flat out didn’t want to do anything. Being sick, being tired (oh yeah, my thyroid is fine, but apparently I have a jinked up iron level), just not feeling like I had anything to say. But I trudged through because I had made a commitment to do so.
And so.
How do I measure a year?
In morning snuggles on the couch with the boy.
In piggy-tail sessions with the girl.
In conversations with my husband about the interesting and the inane.
In kisses and hugs.
In plants planted and subsequently killed (or thriving, as the case seems to be for a precious few in this drought year).
In art pieces that were awesome and award-worthy.
In art projects that made me question what the heck I was doing.
In birthday parties.
In vomit and high temperatures (thankfully, not at the same time!).
In teeth gained (Laura’s up to five now!) and lost (Harrison’s down to 18-1/2).
In jewelry, from the beautiful diamond Robert got me after 16 years of marriage to the necklace Harrison printed out from the internet and colored, stringing on yarn and giving me after telling me that I was the best Mommy in the world, to the red stone bracelet that I made the other day that makes me want to get into beading to Laura wearing stacking rings on her arms as bracelets and trying to steal the thumbprint pendant necklace that Robert made for me from the kids fingers for Mothers Day.
In clean sinks and beds made and floors swept.
In vision restored.
In lots of coffee.
In love.
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